American Sentences 2012

What are American Sentences? (Sentence highlights from 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012 & 2013.)

1.04.12 – Northwest Church memorial service: gluten free communion wafers.
1.06.12 – He has closed his car trunk at least 13 times since he washed it.
1.09.12 – Xi Chuan says International District dragons look more like mountain lizards.
1.11.12 – Touring Seattle Xi Chuan wonders who’d live next to a cemetery.
1.13.12 – Useless! Useless! – flossing in the mid-day, eating popcorn at night.
1.15.12 – “I’m open-minded but I get nervous when Christians get out guitars.”
1.16.12 – Fat-ass snowman @ 31st & McClellan just waiting for rain.
1.20.12 – How different the seagull looks flying above Friday snow.
1.25.12 – May not be much of a January sun but it’s aimed right at me.
1.28.12 – In the dream dancing to Eton Rifles, then vacuuming sawdust.
1.29.12 – It only takes one fucker smoking to forever scar a blanket.
2.03.12 – Bumper sticker, W. Irving – Chicago: “Beer & Meat & Rock n Roll.”
2.08.12 – Sarcacoca, daffodils & birdsongs ain’t waiting for the woodfrogs.
2.11.12 – Phrase I was not expecting to hear this morning: “Veins of the rectum.”
2.13.12 – I tell her to “put the schnoodle in the kayak and backpack to Jack’s shack.”
2.15.12 – In the dream he’s making my family tree out of skeletons.
2.19.12 – Keeps dropping her she keeps popping into his arms (no veal slippers). (After Pina)
2.20.12 – Only ornament on the bare branches of February trees – crows.
2.25.12 – Hey Pocky Way, either: “You can’t believe that”or “Kill the guy over there.”
2.26.12 – For a week now our car music non-stop: All Ella, all the time.
2.29.12 – When the rain starts changing to snow the hummingbird vacates the treetop.
3.1.12 – Men remove a dream piano from my roof w/ ropes and pulleys.

3.2.12 – In the dream I’m going down on her but wake up licking my bite guard.

3.3.12 – Truck driver in crash works for Community Services for the Blind.

3.4.12 – PCC car lot: can’t swing a smudge stick w/o hitting a prius.

3.6.12 – Hackers from Anonymous arrested – will they get to check email?

3.14.12 – Balsamic viniagrette, bouncy car rides, jalapeño cheese dip, needles…

3.15.12 – Will promoting literary arts: “I’ll spam the fuck out of you.”

3.16.12 – She’s had more hands in her vagina than @ any other time since high school.

3.16.12 – Nurse Anita predicts: “A miracle of cervical ripening.”

3.17.12 – Under the c-section table her urine, he says: “Looks like pilsner.”

3.23.12 – Rags once used for mopping up semen now perfect for baby urp.

3.26.12 – Sam Hamill tells Mark: “You want to talk poetry, you better have a putter.”

3.26.12 – Alice Derry: Surrendering salami to the yellow jackets.

3.31.12 – Saturday night rain on Lake Xacho – what Monet wd have done w/ this.

4.2.12 – Sitting outside on 15th – every woman is beautiful in Spring.

4.5.12 – Shift change: rock the baby, whistle lullaby, see my face in her eyes.

4.8.12 – “Genuflecting to my ice tea feels particularly spiritual now.” (Eileen Myles on Easter Sunday)

4.9.12 – In the dream my licorice does not break down, nor does it have taste.

4.11.12 – Reward @ the end of the alley is jasmine & downhill.

4.16.12 – Not likely to use the horn after latihan, but I still speed home.

4.17.12 – Why pick up after your dog if you just throw the shit bag on the lawn?

4.18.12 – “Employees must carve Slayer into forearms before returning to work.” (At Vermillion.)

4.20.12 – Keith Jarrett’s rapturous vocalizations or backseat baby Ella?

4.21.12 – Fuck you too slow driver – I’m going to do my spiritual practice!

4.21.12 – 27 M’s up, 27 down – Humber’s Safeco Perfecto.

4.23.12 – Rancid Egg opening up for Spastic Eyebrow at the Fukodome.

4.27.12 – Only Seattle: “Daily cyber deal – milk steaming latté art class.

4.29.12 – My head feels like a bear split it w/ his claw & shit in it.

4.30.12 – Pavlov’s cat – no dinner bell, clang of raw egg on cast iron skillet.

5.6.12 – Pop talking about Santiago’s screwball: I guess it just didn’t screw!

5.8.12 – I’m sorry, she’s not stuck up, she’s weeding her p-patch wearing ear buds.

5.16.12 – Hey crows, wait until the sunflower grows up, it will be worth it.

5.17.12 – It is not a scene out of Apocalypse Now – it’s our p-patch.

5.20.12 – Translating Deviled Eggs into Spanish harder than “Huevos de Lucifer.”

5.29.12 – That half red solo cup he put in his busted tail light is yellow now.

5.31.12 – Not unlike a fart he rolls down car window to let out bad music.

6.2.12 – Sound of the crows caws did not liberate blossoms but it looked like it.

6.4.12 – In the dream he pushes down the light pole & it splashes in the sea.

6.5.12 – Should stay-at-home Dad teach baby to pull his beard or watch his cellphone?

6.11.12 – One daughter drinks formula, one root beer floats w/ whipped cream-flavored vodka.

6.12.12 – 99 southbound approaching Comstock behind downtown – the mountain.

6.19.12 – He returns to the “Holistic Health” emporium – he forgot something.

6.22.12 – Just trying to recover a pen from the lining, not a jacket dance.

6.22.12 – Dressing for “summer” day two: jacket, yes; hat, yes; sandals, yes; socks, no.

6.23.12 – Three days after the 2nd break-in, Dave is throwing rocks at squirrels.

6.25.12 – Hearing a news story about a man who steals nostrils of corpses.

6.27.12 – The next guy who asks: “Are you the Grandfather? – gets a cane in the shin.

6.29.12 – Look Ma, no hands! he texts on his cellphone while riding his bicycle.

7.1.12 – Barista steamed a swan on my latte – honey dropped his guts out.

7.5.12 – Chew on Tenzing Momo bee propolis watch the changing of the buskers.

7.9.12 – Those black walnuts wouldn’t drop in July if they weren’t immature.

7.19.12 – The manicurist won’t let me take my clipped cuticles to go.

7.21.12 – Joe & his Vietnam war tales of pizza & brandied spam.

7.22.12 – Why did the cat lick its own ass? To get the urp taste out of his mouth.

8.4.12 – At Milutis’ party, poets play badminton w/o a net.

8.5.12 – My head & hat only the first layer of landscape @ Ross Lake.

8.6.12 – I told them “we saw pictures of him when he was a little girl.”

8.8.12 – One anagram for Paul Everett Nelson: venereal pole stunt.

8.10.12 – The bad saxophone busker playing: Killing Me Softly With His Song.

8.17.12 – A man’s dilemma: first protect the Panama Hat or the baby?

8.25.12 – Performers performing for other performers on their way to perform.

8.29.12 – Last two postcard poems get mailed, now what will I use to shade Ella’s face?

9.3.12 – Monday’s sunset rays make a surrogate sun of the neighbor’s birdfeeder.

9.4.12 – She tells us about her upcoming science course: “Something about rocks.”

9.9.12 – Border Patrol: Perfecting bureaucracy one cavity search at a time.

9.13.12 – At the Miles City gas station: corn dogs, pop tarts & rock stars.

9.14.12 – The shine it makes when hitting highway pavement – bag of vomited 7UP.

9.17.12 – At Black Hawk Island, once inside her cabin Lorine thunders “hello.”

9.18.12 – I don’t know what it means when they store the root beer kegs in the men’s room.

9.20.12 – Said to Chicago bike cops: “Can’t afford horses?” – (mumbled – “You be the horse.”)

9.22.12 – Wake up to see Barb sleeping on the floor on a mattress of bathmats.

9.24.12 – Standing in the shower wondering when my sandal tan will fade.

9.25.12 – Governor Walker ain’t for scab refs when they fuck over the Packers.

9.26.12 – Her voice never higher pitched than her first site of Badlands prairie dogs.

9.27.12 – Highway sign said: Caution Wildlife Crossing not Caution Midlife Crisis.

9.30.12 – Harvest Moon corona for a moment, until the dogs start barking.

10.4.12 – Robert Duncan: “Vowels are the spirit, consonants are the body.”
10.4.12 – Someone chopped off half of the highway sign & so it said “Odinville.”
10.5.12 – Too wired on Hua-yen and white tea to see the tailgating moon.
10.6.12 – After playing mini-golf I want to drive home bouncing off the curbs.
10.8.12 – Skyline (typewriter started) shrinks as the ferry pushes it away.
10.9.12 – Ruby Beach sea stacks trip up these waves for a millennium or four.
10.14.12 – To the dad w/ kids on a child leash: “Taking them to the off-leash park?”
10.19.12 – Willie calls it “The crushing hallucination that is daily life.”
10.20.12 – Before performing Jaap takes lozenges made w/ moss from Iceland.
10.22.12 – They can’t really call it drool until it’s on the outside of your mouth.
10.27.12 – The first cold raindrop on the back of my neck in rainrainrain season.
N.4.12 – He had a green arrow to turn – information not on his cellphone.
N.8.12 – For those of you who never floss, then eat crackers, then smile – yecch!
N.12.12 – Only at open mic would you get “quivering unicorn nostrils.”
N.16.12 – The receipt I was using for a bookmark was for buck 49 gas.
N.18.12 – We’ve moved into our new house – let the feline vomiting begin!
N.20.12 – Monsoons and menstruation are not making our move any easier.
N.22.12 – Potts says four will survive: kiots, cockroaches, wharf rats and tea baggers.
N.30.12 – Waves on the asphalt reflected by streetlight looking for a creek.
12.8.12 – C.E. informs us – masturbating zombies are not how babies are made.
12.11.12 – Their extensive lights say “Merry Christmas” – their gated porch says “Fuck Off!”
12.13.12 – A Thursday evening w/ Bill Porter, bourbon, Buddhism & the Borg.
12.17.12 – Christmas tree atop their car in a net like it was an abduction.
12.18.12 – Not Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or the Solstice – it’s lost scarf season.
12.19.12 – Jogging in rain, shorts on, she gets puddle-splashed by a plodding Prius.
12.20.12 – My Google calendar alert says: “World Ends, one more reminder.”
12.28.12 – It’s “Homelessness” not the Interfaith Council to prevent Homeschooling.